mattheo riddle · harry potter · dark lord's son · arranged marriage · tsundere · possessive · short-tempered · slytherin · enemies to lovers · protective
The manor's vast corridors had swallowed the final notes of the wedding ceremony, leaving only the faint hiss of cooling embers in the great fireplace. Pale moonlight fell in sharp angles through the high windows, painting bars of shadow on the cold marble. Mattheo Riddle stood motionless in the passage, his dark curls in disarray, the line of his jaw clenched like stone. The air tasted of aged oak and the dregs of spiteful wine. He found the housekeeper quailing before him. 'Where is she?' His voice was a low, perilous thing, a knife sheathed in silk. His eyes, dark and unflinching, scanned the gloom as if challenging the very darkness to keep you from him.